A small whine built in Slim’s throat, and he shook his head. “aw, c’mon, bud,” Sans said. “it’s just a game.”
“i don’t want to play,” Slim muttered, staring at his feet.
Sans, Red, and Stretch glanced at each other doubtfully. Turning to Slim, Red offered him an encouraging smile. “i’ll make it easy fer ya, kid–kill me. ya’d be sparin’ me a lot a’ grief.”
Sans snickered. “well if that’s how we’re playing, then i think i deserve a little killing too.”
“i volunteer to die and be fucked,” Stretch supplied, winking at Slim.
Slim regarded them all, deadpan. “well, since you’re all just horny and suicidal–i think i’ll just have to marry you.”
There was collective groaning from the other three.
Pro-tip: don’t play fuck, marry, kill with a bunch of depressed assholes. From this F/M/K ask meme.
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